Mere Mortal sequel
ords are a writers best friend. And worst enemy. They can either help you or hurt you and sometimes you can’t even tell which is witch.
Which is why I am here. To share my wisdom. Or Widsom. Ha. Wid.
More words, more thoughts. More magic. More of that pesky punctiation that my fingers try so hard to forgo.
And that is not all. Not by a long shot. Horseradish. Potato peeler. Apendectomy. Thank you for listening. It means a lot.
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